Tell me... What are you supposed to do when your truck is in the shop being worked on and there is no possible way to make it to your job?
I'm not sure what you would do, but me personally, I decided to take advantage of the warm weather and recapture a little of my youth by flying a kite with my girlfriend.
And not just any kite mind you. This kite was a kite among kites. Zeus, himself, wished his kite was as spectacular as mine. With a wing span of 52 inches, string already included and the image of Spider-Man emblazoned on the front, my kite is what other kites dared to be. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if all the peace and goodwill the world has been experiencing lately came about thanks to my kite.
Now, while I chose a kite that symbolized justice and hope, my girlfriend chose to express her wild, predatory side by getting a shark kite. With teeth more than two inches long and a tail that seemed to go on forever, this was not your mama's cute little pink kite. This kite cried action and action is what it got, because no less than an hour after buying these kites had they taken to the air... sort of.
I'm pretty sure the first 15 minutes of our kite flying adventure revolved around trying to just get the kites into the air. They would rise majestically and hover there... for about a minute before they would come crashing back down to the earth.
The kites also seemed drawn to one another and whether it was a good versus evil type thing or they were just star crossed lovers, I would say that they smashed into each other or the strings got tangled together at least 25 times. I won't even say how many times we had to tie the strings back together.
Sadly, it was starting to look like kite flying was a young man's game. I was just about to call it quits and give in when suddenly this mystical wind from the gods came and grabbed hold of my kite and carried it up into the heavens.
No bird ever looked as majestic as my kite did at that moment. This is definitely what separates man from animal... the ability to fly kites. Seriously, have you ever seen a squirrel flying a Superman kite in the park?
And as if flying in the heavens wasn't quite enough, my kite began to show off. At first doing single loops which soon turned into double and triple loops. Occasionally it would do a short dive then pull out of it, but like all great performers craving the lime light, my kite started taking risks. The loops became bigger and the dives became more daring until finally it happened. Spider-Man dove nose first toward the ground, I tried to pull back on his string but ever the showman, he refused to listen.
I was barely able to mutter 'no' when Spider-Man vanished behind a row of town houses. Seconds turned to minutes, but there was no sign of my kite. Fearing the worst I began rapidly pulling in the string. The line was slack and held no tension which could mean only one thing. My kite had broken free and was now at the mercy of whatever nature decided to throw at it.
Not willing to admit or accept our loss, my girlfriend and I set out in search of Spider-Man. It was getting dark fast and we knew we had mere minutes to find him.
We searched for several blocks and even walked the perimeter of a large field. Nothing. There was no sign of Spider-Man anywhere.
Had the wind picked up again and carried him back to the heavens to help fight for justice or worse, it became trapped in a.vicious kite eating tree that ravaged and shredded him mtill there was nothing left but scraps.
I choose to believe he is still out there... Floating amongst the stars and seeking out those who need help and protection. That's what brave kites do and he was one of the bravest I had ever seen.
Good bye my friend. May you soar forever amongst the birds and the gods.
